Kickstart My Heart: Kirishima x reader

Chapter 1

Name: (y/n) (l/n)

Quirk: Dragon

(y/n)'s quirk allows her to transform into a dragon at will. Her transformation is extremely uncomfortable. She is stuck with a long, scaly tail at all times (I put a reference image in the thingy but all I could find was a wedding ring). She sheds her scales twice a year, and is extremely vulnerable for about two days after her shed. She has two stages of transformation, a middle stage, and a full transformation. In her half-transformed state, she has elk-like horns, digitigrade legs, large, leathery wings, sharp claws, and scales over various parts of her body. In her fully transformed state, she becomes entirely quadrupedal, with rose-gold scales over her entire body. Her main weaknesses include vulnerability during transformation, extreme fatigue if she holds her full dragon form for more than two hours, sore throat caused by fire-breathing, and several weak spots between her scales.

"(y/n)!" You heard your dad call from the living room.

You sighed, looking up from your phone, which currently displayed a Wikihow article entitled "How to Write A Good Story (With Pictures)". Maybe the author of this story should read that. Strolling into the kitchen, you grabbed your water bottle and flopped down dramatically on the couch, the tip of your tail twitching in annoyance. "Yeah?"

"I know you mentioned you wanted to apply for a few of the local high schools," He began. Here we go.

"And?"

"Well, I think you should try UA. You're so talented and I know you could do great things for this community."

"Dad, nobody wants me saving people. They're scared of me, you remember junior high." All of your classmates had been scared of you for the first few weeks of school. In fact, when you told them you wanted to be a hero, they laughed at you and said you'd be better off as a villain with a quirk like yours.

"People will always oppose you. You can't let their negativity stop you from doing what you've dreamed of for years."

"I still think I'd be better off just going to a normal high school."

"Will you really be happy being normal? Just take the practical exam. I'm sure lots of kids have been told the same things you've heard."

"Fine, but I still want to go to a normal school. When's the practical exam?"

"It'll be held in two days. You'll have to register online, but they don't put a limit on local applications."

You stuck your tongue out at him before disappearing back into your room.

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After the online form was submitted and accepted, you bounced down the stairs for dinner. You promptly inhaled the steak, fries, and broccoli your dad had thrown together as he talked about some idiot coworker who broke the copier or something.

"So, did you fill out the form?" He suddenly switched gears, apparently bored with office talk.

"Uh, yeah," You looked up from your broccoli, the very best vegetable ever.

"I'm so glad! I really think you'll like it there."

"Whatever." You took up both plates and put them in the sink, running hot water over them. You rinsed off barbecue sauce and various meat juices, making sure the plates were spotless. After dinner, you would usually sit on the couch with your favorite fluffy blanket and read a good book while your dad watched "Whose Line Is It Anyway?". Tonight was no different. You curled up underneath your fluffy gray blanket with The Hazel Wood and immersed yourself in fantasy. About an hour passed before your dad switched off the television and ruffled your (h/c) hair before heading off to bed. You read to the end of the chapter and put the book back on the coffee table. Stretching until your bones popped, you slunk back to your room and curled up in the hammock that served as a bed. It swayed for several minutes after you had settled, lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up around eight, as usual on weekends. Your dad was most likely up and reading the news, having already made something for breakfast. You squirmed out of your hammock and made your way into the kitchen, where your dad was scraping scrambled eggs onto two plates.

"Morning. Hope you want eggs," Dad grinned at you. He slid a plate across the island and sat down to eat. "Tomorrow is the practical exam for UA. I think you should read up a little on the dress code for the exam, or maybe do some exercising."

You poked at your eggs. "Yeah, maybe. Oh, I was wondering, is there a written exam?"

"Yes. It's after the practical exam. Don't worry about that though, you're pretty sharp," He winked at you, earning a groan and an eye roll.

After breakfast, you elected to skim the dress code and climb some trees in your backyard, for training, of course. The rest of the day was spent cutting a hole for your tail in your yoga pants. You hated the name, but loved the flexibility and the fabric. moisture-wicking and won't tear? It's a dream come true!

Once you had sufficiently performed pants surgery, you perched on the island in the kitchen and watched your dad make tea eggs, too anxious to read.

"What're those for?" You asked through a mouthful of carrots. What you wouldn't give for a paper tray of boiled peanuts...

"Tomorrow morning!" He turned and smiled at you. "Can't have you acing an exam without your favorite breakfast, now can we?"

"You didn't have to... I probably won't get in anyway."

"Not without tea eggs, you won't!" Your dad pinched your cheek like an old lady.

"Dad, stoooop!" You whined, batting away his pinchy grip.

"Oh, go eat microwave ramen, grumpy."

You slid off the counter, snatching up a cup noodle. At least a cup noodle had vegetables. You set up the automatic kettle and prepped two cups. After a click and three more minutes, dinner was ready. Your dad left the tea eggs to cook and sat down with you at the island. You mainly ate in silence, until your dad spoke up.

"(y/n), I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me whether you pass or fail. I'll still be proud of you for trying. You're getting far more worked up than I expected, seeing as you don't want to go to UA anyway!" He smiled at you. "You'll be great no matter where you go."

You smiled right back. "Thanks, dad." You cleared your throat. "Y'know, I really did want to go to UA, but I'm just so scared that people are going to be afraid of me. Maybe it was junior high, maybe it was even before then. I just hope that if I do make it in, my classmates won't be scared, because they've got strong quirks too."

"Don't worry about what other people think. Their opinions will change once you show them how cool you are!" Your dad reached over the island to punch your shoulder affectionately.

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Unlike last night, you skipped the couch and the "Whose Line Is It Anyway?", instead going to bed almost immediately after dinner. Curled up in your hammock, it took longer to fall asleep than normal, and you ended up having to use your tail to get the hammock swaying again a few times before finally drifting off.

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You woke early, pulling on a pair of mutilated yoga pants (mutilated meaning you had cut a small hole just beneath the waistband to slip your tail into and simultaneously keep it PG), a slightly baggy black shirt with the dilophosaurus from Jurassic Park on it, two clashing colors of neon socks, and your favorite running shoes.

Bounding into the kitchen like a deranged bouncy ball, you grabbed two tea eggs from the fridge, tearing off the shells and shoving them in your mouth as quickly as possible. Tea eggs were one of the best foods on the planet, and absolutely the best breakfast food one could ever want.

After inhaling your eggs, you tossed a few essentials into a (f/c) duffle bag, including your wallet, spare key, water bottle, a pen, and a notepad. Giving your dad a hug, you stepped out the door and began making your way to the most prestigious hero school in Japan.